Tuesday 21 October 2014

Today I cried.

Ugly cried.

I lay on the tiles in the bathroom and I cried. I ate a bowl of silken, baked custard and let the tears roll down my cheeks. Then I cried some more.


I let them fall.

One after the other.

Until they were done.

Until I was done.

There wasn't a single cause. Nothing that was particularly worse or different. It was everything and nothing. All rolled into one.

Because sometimes life is too much.

Because sometimes my body is too much.

Because there is no weakness in tears, or the admission of their existence.


A pressure valve released.

And now.

I can collect myself and keep going. And I know,

I'll be okay.



  1. hugs Michelle
    sometimes it just gets to this
    good to let it out
    good to let the tears roll
    ...... great poem

  2. Some times there is great strength in tears. Fighting coping and always trying to move forward, backwards is hard too do. Sometimes a good cry is like hitting the reset button. Repression can suck the humanity out of us..

    Been there... Many times...

    Your loved cared for over the net...

    Smiling and crying lead to snorting and other odd sounds

    Hugs and more

  3. I try not to cry too much because it can bring on a migraine now, mostly. But sometimes I cry and it will bring me s blessed calm for a few hours. A release. I'm sitting by my front window and just saw a delivery van go by. On the side it read, "Jimmy brings alchohol in 30 minutes." I wish I could order something, anything that would deliver something to help in 30 minutes. I cant do alcohol. If I could, I would.

    From Blue...feeling for you michelle. And for all of us.

  4. That silken baked custard sounds wonderful.


  5. Sometimes that's it. That's all you can do, all you need to do to grind it out for another few hours or days or however long. I'm glad you cried, and I'm also glad you had custard.


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